Ditty. Gentlemen, you may see how quickly a man may be shuffled into a wedding; we liked at first sight, and why should we then defer our joys any longer?
Bud. Like the Spanish, I was beaten into love; but at last have overcome, thanks to mine host, that took my part.
Curds. And I cheated into a bride; he that stole away my box made up the match between you and me.
Bris. Is't so, i' faith? then, mistress bride, pray take this box. You know it, I believe, and me too.
Heath. And you this bundle.
Jen. The thing I was cheated of! Art thou the thief too? O, the very villain!
Curds. Lay hold of 'um, sweet Budget—the slaves that cheated us in a disguise.
Ditty. Come, what's the matter? we'll have no quarrelling to-night; we forgive all.
Gum. Then your books may be freed for eighteen-pence; that's all they are engaged for yet, and the budget but for two shillings.
Ditty, Bud. We forgive most willing.